People in Datang have been expelled from school

Chapter 32

"Ten years of life and death are boundless, I don't think about it, and I will never forget it. There is a lonely grave in a thousand miles, and there is no place to speak. Even if I meet each other, I don't know, my face is full of dust, and my temples are like frost. When the night comes, I suddenly return to my hometown, and Xiaoxuan window is dressing. No words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that every year where the intestines are broken, the moonlit night will be short of Matsuoka."

The lonely grave is thousands of miles away, and there is no place to describe the sadness in my heart.

Li Taipin wrote these poems, "Good article, good words."

But looking left and right, Li Zheng's words were indeed too unsightly.

And there are a lot of typos.

"Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking, and unforgettable. There is nowhere to speak of a lonely grave."

Qin Qiong sighed: "How can a 12-year-old child have such feelings."

But who else could write such poems, who could write hundreds of poems a day and a night.

The crowd was crowded under the city wall, so Jin Wuwei had to be dispatched to maintain order here.

The poems written by Li Zheng are being sung in every workshop in Chang'an.

Some literati drank wildly and recited poetry aloud.

All the literati in Chang'an were crazy.

Since the unification of the world, there has been room for literati to rebuke Fang Qiu after the war was settled.

How many literati and how many talents have been produced in thousands of years.

There are also many, many wonderful chapters.

Although the poetry of the Tang Dynasty has not yet reached its peak.

Those contemporary great Confucians are also good at writing articles.

There are countless good poems and good words, and those that have been passed down in the world are also very few.

Only this time, Li Zheng wrote hundreds of poems overnight.

Looking at the walls of Chang'an City are covered with poems.

Which generation has such a landscape.

How many people who are born in the present are excited to read.

How many people are lost before these psalms.

Cheng Yaojin was standing on a terrace in Chang'an, from which he could see the poems plastered on the city wall of Chang'an, "The academy of the Changsun family's academy used Li Zheng's bad writing as an excuse to drive people out. Don't even regret your bowels."

Kong Yingda, whose beard and hair were all white, said: "The ancestor, sage, Confucius said: "There is no distinction if there is teaching. How can people be kicked out because Li Zheng is not good at writing."

Cheng Yaojin sneered and said, "Unfortunately, this Li Zheng doesn't want to be an official now."

Kong Yingda shook his head in despair at the thought of the eldest grandson's actions.

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Zhangsun Wuji was burning with rage in his own home.

A Li Zheng is about to ruin the reputation of the eldest grandson's family.

The bookstore of the Changsun family is to train people for the Changsun family.

Just cultivate a person who can enter the court.

That person is the wing of the Changsun family.

In the future, more people can stand on the side of the eldest grandson's family in the courtroom.

It is also a bit selfish to say that Du Ruhui and Fang Xuanling have always been political enemies of the eldest grandson Wuji, who have always been Li Shimin's right-hand man, and he just wants to stand in front of these two people.

After Li Er ascended the throne, Zhangsun Wuji understood in his heart.

The biggest difference between him and Fang Xuanling and Du Ruhui is that they don't have the wealth of their own.

Although the current eldest grandson's family is not comparable to the aristocratic family, it is also one of the most powerful people in Chang'an.

The eldest grandson Wuji knew in his heart that Li Shimin must also know that he was cultivating wings.

He didn't expose himself.

Because Li Shimin has no choice now, there are too few scholars in Datang.

He needs someone to train him as a scholar.

Building the academy by yourself and cultivating scholars who can submit papers for the Hongwen Museum are all done by yourself.

This is also the advantage that Fang Xuanling and Du Ruhui do not have.

They do not have the management of the eldest grandson's family, nor do they have the wealth accumulated by the eldest grandson's family.

There was always a shadow in Changsun Wuji's heart.

There are also many people who say that they rely on the current queen to ascend to the throne.

Changsun Wuji sneered, long before Li Shimin made his fortune, he and Li Shimin were commoners.

They met Li Shimin earlier than Fang Xuanling.

Indeed, in terms of strategy and strategy in governing the country, Changsun Wuji believes that he is inferior to Fang Xuanling.

Therefore, he always gave the best to Changsun Chong, and tried his best to make him read with the prince.

Let him be more dazzling than all the powerful children in the dynasty.

Everything has been accomplished until now, but a Li Zheng has been killed.

Disrupted his plan for more than ten years.

Changsun Chong persuaded his father: "Father Li Zheng is just a good poet and mathematician."

Who would have thought that a boy who was not in his sight could have such achievements as he is today.

Nowadays, some people in Chang'an say that Li is a poet.

This event must be engraved in the hearts of many people in Chang'an.

"Father! My son thinks that what His Majesty really needs today is someone who can govern the country. The Tang Dynasty has only been based in the Central Plains for a few years, and there is a shortage of people in the court. It is not surprising or fearful that a person who shows off rhetoric and can only know some math skills. "

Zhangsun Wuji looked at his son with a complicated expression.

"Recently, an urgent report came from Taiyuan that Fang Xuanling and Du Ruhui have been called into the palace to discuss matters."

Changsun Chong asked, "Has something happened in Taiyuan?"

If it weren't for the news from the contacts in the palace, Changsun Wuji wouldn't know what happened in Taiyuan right now.

"Many clues of locust plagues were found in Taiyuan, and the governor of Taiyuan sent a memorial to the DPRK, asking the fields to be set on fire, so as to avoid further disasters.

Last year's locust plague, Changsun Chong is still vivid in his mind, and many people starved to death.

Zhangsun Wuji said patiently, "Your Majesty wants to keep the food, but the plague of locusts can't happen again."

"Baby understands, let's find someone to discuss countermeasures."

Zhangsun Wuji nodded.

But thinking about it carefully, Li Zheng, a child, is indeed unparalleled in poetry and poetry, and also has attainments in mathematics.

What His Majesty needs today is indeed a talented person who can govern the country.

Li Zheng?

Changsun Wuji was not so worried immediately, just for the sake of his family's reputation, Changsun Chong had to show his prowess.

In Chang'an, new words from Li Zheng continue to be sent.

There are even many people standing at the gate of the city, and once a poem is sent, it will be copied immediately.

"Beside the broken bridge outside the station, I am lonely and have no owner. It is already dusk alone, worrying about the wind and rain. I have no intention of fighting for spring, and I will be jealous.

Kong Yingda looked at the copied poems and sighed: "What a sentence! What a sentence I have no intention of fighting for spring, and I will be jealous."

Compared with Li Zheng's situation in Chang'an, it is said that he has no intention of struggling for spring, and Ren Qunfang is jealous.

Li Zhengben didn't want to make a big name in Chang'an.

But it caused rumors to fly.

These rumors even want to ruin a 12-year-old kid.

This Tang Dynasty must give young people a chance to display their talents.

Kong Yingda thought to himself.

"Jiang Yufei is full of rivers and grasses, and the six dynasties are like dreams and birds are singing.

Another word sent to Chang'an.

If one city wall cannot be pasted, it will be pasted to the other city wall.

(End of this chapter)